I really can't cook. Who ruins pasta!??! Oh yeah, me.
So I didn't know how this whole "having a kitchen" thing would work out last year. Handing my try to ladies in hair nets was so much easier. So was scooping out salad from a big bowl. Burners......oven...heat....what a concept.
I have mastered a few meals that keep me alive and not starving. One, I thought, was pasta. Oh so easy, oh so thought free. Just boil and heat. Oh no....
Lately I have been making a lot of pasta and just fridging it so I can just nuke it later. So this afternoon I was boiling water, then put a whole box of pasta in. Usually it takes about 10 minutes. About 30 minutes later Karen came in telling me that she thinks that my pasta is done. Oh it was done....
Screw it, I drain the wilted water sogged bits of pasta and put it in the fridge. After hours in the TV studio I was starving...
So I take out the pasta container and all the pasta kind of form together into a brick like shape. So I cut myself a square and ate.
How the hell have a survived a year independent?!?! More musings on my "independence" tomorrow with such adventures as laundry and ironing......